But it is not,
Even with the pills,
The terror still comes.
I don't think I look like myself anymore,
I feel like I tried to ignore too much,
And now I am here shaking,
In some strange city.
I don't feel connected to my body,
I feel racing and suspension all at once,
My breath is never seen,
I have cold hands and knots in my stomach.
It is finally time to accept,
That I am not as solid,
As I would to believe.
I cannot go on like this,
Each new attack damages me so much.
I am searching,
For that perfect black hole,
Where I can hide out until it stops,
And I can emerge into the sunshine.
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